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| Metal Gear Origins; My novel | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 8 2009, 07:15 PM (163 Views) | |
| WHiTeFaLCoN | Dec 8 2009, 07:15 PM Post #1 |
Are you still human?
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I've been writing a novel based on MGS. Its not the same story but a sort of different continuation. I took all the ideas from MGS 1-3 and tried to create something different. Here's some of it: March 29th, 1967 Two months ago he was unaware of what true suffering was. Brought about by the demon known as war, he was captured, tortured and lost many things in life. Even as he runs through the forest in order to escape his captures, he remembers every moment like a nightmare he never woke up from. He was tied up and beaten every day, the marks off his torture will forever scar him and remind him of his past. He still remembers the feeling of the jagged knife as it forever took his eye from him. Yet this was not enough to crush his spirit. One thing kept him going through the pain and the trials he endured. His dedication to the mission was all that mattered. As long as he had the mission, he would continue to fight until it was completed or he would finally perish. His dedication and his legendary bravery would be passed down to another. April 17th, 2010 Under the cover of night, the shadowy figures advanced on their objective. They wore the uniforms of Foxhound, the anti-terrorist unit. The Fox insignia sat upon their shoulders and the black masks shielded their identity. Each was armed with an M4 rifle, a combat knife and grenades on their belts. They moved slowly and methodically through the forest, stopping every so often to observe their surroundings. Though they appeared to be seasoned veterans, these soldiers were taking part in their first mission. The five members of Foxhound remained silent as they proceeded to their objective, gesturing to each other with military hand signals. The leader stood focused for a moment and he signalled for his men to stop. They obeyed the command and took defensive positions, guns raised to retaliate against any opposition. None came, at least not at first. The reason the leader stopped was because for a brief moment he believed he heard a strange sound, one he never heard before. After a few seconds he heard it again, and this time he was not on his own. The other soldiers looked at each other, as though waiting for an answer. They turned to their leader for instructions but none came. A rumble erupted from the distance, followed by another and then another. They seemed to grow nearer and sound more aggressive as they approached. The leader had no idea what to do. Going through his mind, he decided to follow what he learned in his training. It was clear that whoever was approaching knew exactly where they are and therefore they should plan for an attack. He signalled his men to prepare for conflict. They followed the instruction, though it was clear they were frightened and uncertain. Raiden was the first to see it. At first, it appeared to be some sort of prehistoric monster, but then it opened fire on them, taking out a soldier and a few trees in the process. The creature was massive, larger than an elephant and it walked on two metallic legs. It creaked as it moved towards them, expressionless and powerful. Raiden ordered them to use their grenades, but their courage faded and the men fled from the unknown enemy. They did not get far however. Like beams from the heavens themselves, the mechanical creature used massive search lights to find them and gunned them down in a vicious blast of bullets. Raiden stood frozen, the training he received was far from enough to prepare him for this. As the beams reached him, he closed his eyes and waited for the end to finally come. 3 days later..... It is a cold evening in the city that never sleeps. Ice is starting to form on the busy streets, people going about their business in clothes suitable for the conditions. A cafe sits on the corner and one man sits at a table outside. He does not seek the warmth that the inside will give but sits out in the cold deliberately to avoid other people. His cup of coffee is sat upon the table with its steam blowing away in the wind. His face is covered by a newspaper as he reads the articles, the smoke a clear indication that he is smoking a cigarette. His comfortable solitude is soon broken however. Another man takes a seat across from Snake, resting his elbows on the table. His middle aged appearance shows a man who has seen many things, many of which are the result of war. He wore a red barrette upon his head and his uniform was decorated with the medals of his rank. He wore gloves and a scarf to protect him from the harsh cold covering the city. Neither spoke for a moment until Snake lowered his paper to look upon his old friend. Instead of showing signs of recognition and offering no greeting, Snake’s eyes drifted back to the article. He did not remain silent. ‘Good to see you, Colonel’ he said in a gruff voice. ‘Long time no see, Snake,’ Campbell replied. ‘How long has it been?’ ‘Five years, three months and ten days.’ ‘How has retirement been treating you, Snake?’ Snake finally lowered his newspaper, but his face remained serious. ‘Can’t complain, but maybe you could start calling me Dave. I’m not a soldier anymore and I don’t answer to my codename.’ Campbell smiled. ‘In that case,’ he replied ‘you can call me Roy.’ ‘What brings you to the Big Apple, Roy?’ Campbell’s smile faded instantly. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a few photos. He checked around him before he handed them to Snake. Snake did not hesitate before taking the photos from him and began to study them. ‘What are these?’ he enquired. ‘They were taken 3 months ago’ Campbell answered ‘It’s a secret Russian base that was once used back in the 60s.’ Snake noticed that despite its age, the old base appeared to be quite active. Soldiers were on patrol, and some of the pictures indicated they were moving in large containers, possibly containing weapons and supplies. Something about the forest that surrounded the base reminded him of something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It suddenly dawned on him, and he fixed his blue eyes upon the man in front of him. ‘Wait! Isn’t this where...’ ‘You’ve caught on’ Campbell confirmed. ‘This was the base that Big Boss infiltrated in the late 60s, his first big mission.’ Snake studied the photos once more. His mind was full of countless questions. ‘As you recall’ Campbell continued ‘Big Boss, known back then as Snake, was sent to investigate the hidden base in the Soviet mountains and bring back photographic evidence that the Russians were storing nukes. What he discovered however was that the base was constructed by a group of terrorists of different nationalities, including Americans, Russians, Germans and the Chinese. They were a mercenary group who called themselves ‘The Liberated.’ Unfortunately, Big Boss made a mistake during his mission and was captured and tortured. He lost his right eye as a result, but somehow managed to escape. He was even able to complete the mission and returned to the base a month later to assassinate the leader, as instructed by his superiors.’ Snake remembered that as a result, Big Boss was awarded for his bravery and soon became known as the ‘Legendary Soldier.’ ‘Without a leader, the group became unorganised.’ Snake concluded. ‘Yes,’ Campbell replied ‘and an hour later, the facility was bombed by American jets, shortly after Big Boss completed the mission.’ ‘So, who are the new residents?’ Snake enquired. ‘Several months ago, the White House received a threat from a new group who called themselves ‘The Sons of the Liberated’. They claimed to be a group dedicated to the same ideals as ‘The Liberated’ and stated that unless they are given their own country, they will launch a nuclear strike on the White House.’ ‘How the hell did they get their hands on nuclear weapons?’ Snake asked in disbelief. ‘Not a clue, but unless we submit to their demands a month from now, they will bomb the White House and all those in it to hell.’ Snake placed the photos on the cold surface of the table. He took a moment to process the information he was given. ‘Why do they want their own country?’ he asked. ‘Not a clue’ Campbell sighed in response ‘but after the 1967 incident, the survivors of the mercenary group claimed that that was also their ultimate goal.’ ‘What does all this have to do with me?’ Campbell had been waiting for this question, but was still reluctant to answer. How do you ask a man who put all that bloodshed behind him to go back and do it all again? He cleared his throat and focused his attention on Snake. ‘We sent in a group of agents to the facility to gather intel and if possible, to disarm them at any cost. However, three days ago we lost contact with them. As far as we know they could either be dead or captured by the enemy.’ ‘In other words,’ Snake said with a sigh ‘you want me to go in there and complete their mission?’ ‘And rescue them if possible’ Campbell added. Snake said nothing. He threw his cigarette under the table and extinguished it with the soles of his boots. He then proceeded to draw another one from the packet in the pockets of his jeans, lighting it while contemplating his answer. Campbell sat back in his seat and folded his arms in an act of impatience. ‘Well Snake?’ Snake rose from his seat, placing some change near the ashtray to pay for his half drunk mug of coffee. It was clear from his body language what the answer was going to be. He placed both hands into the pockets of his jacket, leaving the paper behind and started towards home. After a few step, he turned his head to look at Cambell. ‘Find someone else.’ He turned and quietly walked away. Campbell relaxed his arms and sighed. Alright, he thought to himself, we’ll do this the hard way. He stood up quickly and yelled in Snake’s direction. His anger was poorly disguised. ‘Meryl is a member of the team!’ Snake stopped in his tracks. The name clearly had the effect the Colonel has intended. Snake turned; a look of astonishment covered his face. ‘Your niece?’ he replied. ‘Yes.’ Snake retraced his steps back to the table. Campbell stood with his hands resting on the table. ‘You sent Meryl over there?’ Snake demanded. ‘Yes. I’m sorry, Snake.’ Snake knew Meryl well. Far too well in fact. During his last mission in Alaska, Snake teamed up with Meryl and the two of them became very close. After Snake retired, he and Meryl shared an apartment together. The relationship ended however because Snake wouldn’t speak of his painful past to her. He left her, thinking that she was better off not loving a monster like him. ‘I... I regretted my decision’ Campbell confessed. ‘I was ordered to select the best people for the job. Meryl wanted to go, but I wouldn’t let her. Not as first.’ Snake grabbed the Campbell by his collar, caring little for the staring faces around him who had stopped to listen in. ‘What made you change your mind?’ he demanded angrily. ‘She’s your niece, damn it! She’s too inexperienced for a mission like that; she was too green for Alaska!’ Snake regained his temper and wrestled it away. He released Campbell from his grip and waited for his response. ‘She talked me into it’ Campbell responded silently ‘she persuaded me, Snake. Told me she was ready, and I believed her. She wanted a chance to prove herself not just to me or to Foxhound’ he paused ‘but to you.’ ‘Me?’ Snake turned away. ‘She volunteered because of me?’ ‘She wanted to understand you, Snake. She never let you go, not once.’ A sense of guilt grew inside him. Snake believed that in a sense, he was as responsible for this as Campbell was. If only things were different between him and Meryl, then she would have been safe. Snake turned once again to face Campbell, a determination came over his expression, one that the Colonel recognised all too well. A burning desire to return to the battle field overwhelmed him flashing in his eyes. He would go on one last mission. ‘Ok,’ Snake answered ‘I’m in.’ How long had he waited for this moment? Ever since he learned the truth, he treated this task as just another mission that had to be completed. It has to work. The truth must be uncovered; they need to open their eyes to see the world as it truly is. They must be guided. But how could they when the enemy was so manipulative, so secret? They had been unchallenged for so long. No! He told himself, shaking doubt out of his mind. I must succeed, and if I cannot, than he must carry the torch. He was not a religious man, but he prayed that he would come. His left eye was fixed on the only ace in the hole he had in his arsenal. It sat there, waiting for the day it would finally be complete. He knew that against the invisible enemy, having the largest force was not enough. |
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| silent snake | Jan 29 2010, 10:17 PM Post #2 |
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this is actually really good write more |
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| Solid Gally | Feb 3 2010, 12:12 PM Post #3 |
Argh.. LIQUIIIID!
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It looks pretty long (in a positive way), so I don't have chance to read it right now. Nonetheless, the first couple of paragraphs looks really interesting. Will defo have a read of this later. Always a fan of fan made material/continuity 
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| MoeRon | Feb 21 2010, 12:30 PM Post #4 |
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Finally found the time to read through it. Nice read. Continue 
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| BusterHarvey | Feb 22 2010, 10:43 AM Post #5 |
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Nice, although I only read a bit, i'll be plagiarising this soon ^.^ Ah just kidding. |
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